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Subject: {ASSM} A Touch of Art - Chap. 3 [revised] (F+/M, Fdom, bd, exhib, cbt)
Date: Fri, 10 May 2002 11:10:02 -0400
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Sorry ment to post this one instead of the other chapter 3.

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(c) 2002 copyright by SJTJ (aka Naive)
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read this story. This story may contain violence and sexual content. If 
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A Touch of Art (Chapter 3)
By Naive, shattered_mind@hotmail.com

    Pain flashed through Roger's skull as he jolted awake; the world a blur 
before him. He remembered with horror the events that had brought him here. 
Richard quickly reached down to check if he was completely intact; he 
sighed with relief. But, a shiver came over him as he realized he was nude, 
except for the thin woven blanket. The room was dusted in shadows, and only 
a small lamp, on the end of Ronda's wooden desk, lit the room. Her office 
was lightly furnished, but everything was picked with impeccable taste: 
from the amber paperweight on the desk, to a beautiful copy of a Monet 
above her leather couch. Roger could tell she liked the creature comforts 
of life. Wrapping the blanket around his waist, he stood to look for his 
clothes. He's knees wobbled and collapsed. He had no strength. His head 
pounding with the strain. A small moan drifted from his lips, as he held 
his head in his hands. His eyes wouldn't focus, as he looked around.

    He remembered something, but it kept slipping away as he grasped at it. 
Fog filled his memory, after being hit with the book. Pulling the blanket 
off he probed at the soft flesh of his balls. A dull ache hit him as he 
moved them. They were swollen to the size of large eggs. The click of a key 
in the door gave Roger little warning to cover himself and return to the 
couch, but he did, just in time, as it opened wide. Ronda and Mrs. Bird 
entered the room. The looked a little shocked to see him sitting up. 

    "Roger, how are you feeling?" her voice seemed to hold a little actual 
concern. Which surprised Roger, he was sure that she hated him: why else 
would she do this to him. 

    "Why do you care?" Roger shot angrily. Pulling the blanket tight across 
his waist. "Scared you'd lose a model?"

    "Oh, Roger ... don't be that way." Ronda sat beside him, rubbing his 
check with the back of her soft fingers. Roger jerked away. "I never wanted 
you to get hurt, my dear boy." Ronda sighed. "That was just an unfortunate 
accident." Gently placing her hand on his bare shoulder Ronda stroked his 
delicate skin. He really was a beautiful boy. Ronda let the tips of her 
fingers run down his chest and stomach. A shiver of sensation, his body 
tingling with every touch. Every sensation chiping away at his anger. Roger 
had never been with a woman, much less having one caress him. In front of 
the class it was so different; fear blocking out all senses, a nightmare of 
jagged piercing eyes. But here, with her, it was mind numbing. With a shake 
of the head, Roger embraced his anger. 

    "I'm out of here!" Roger shot to his feet, but his legs betrayed him. 
Collapsing to his knees he caught the couch. His blanket escaping, as his 
hands found more important things to hold on to.

    "Roger!" Ronda gasped as she caught him: quickly helping him back on 
the couch. Roger blushed as he felt Ronda's strong arms grip around his 
waist, hauling him up. Her hand sliding between the cheeks of his bottom as 
she put him down. Roger flushed all over. Ronda slowly picked up and placed 
the blanket back on Roger's lap "Please, Roger, don't do that again." Her 
hand gently pushing his bangs from his eyes. Smiled down at him, he looked 
so handsome to her there; half naked and totally embarrassed. Roger's 
couldn't look her in the eyes, shifting uncomfortably under her gaze. Her 
eye's an intense emerald green, with long lashes accenting them. She smiled 
to herself thinking, 'he tries so hard to be in control'. But, she could 
tell he was a natural submissive. He blushed, as if he had read her mind. 

    "Can I please have my clothes back." Roger whispered. 
    
    "I think not Roger." His look pleading with her. "You need to rest. The 
doctor will be back in a few hours. Maybe then." Ronda never let an 
advantage slip away. He wasn't demanding his clothes, he was asking for 
them. She was so proud of him. Even with all the pain and betrayal he 
couldn't help being polite and demure. Ronda wasn't sure she'd be willing 
to give him up. "Lay down Roger. Rest some, you've had a long day." Leaning 
beside him, she slid his legs back onto the couch. Roger was in a daze: not 
once did he try to stop her. Not even as she took the blanket and made him 
lie down again. Roger closed his eyes tightly and fought back the tears, 
but still a few escaped: rolling down his cheek. Ronda slowly covered him 
then leaned down kissing his cheek, tasting the salty tears on her lips. 
"Everything's going to be fine, my dear." Softly stroking his chin. 
"Everything will be fine." Roger turned, he had never been so humiliated as 
today. He couldn't hold back the flood any longer thinking, 'What's next?'.

    Stepping from the couch Ronda took Mrs. Bird in hand leading her from 
the room, quietly closing the door behind her. It was a short conversation, 
but Ronda could tell that Mrs. Bird was well chastised. They were going to 
have to be careful, their was too much to lose if they ever got caught. Not 
just her, but for many other women in the school. Roger wasn't the first to 
be kidnapped this way. Ronda was hoping he wouldn't be the last. She 
screened all the potentials, finding ways to get them into her class. After 
that it was easy, they were right where she wanted them. Her preferance was 
to take the young men, they were much harder to break then the women; it 
made it more satisfying to her - she loved a challenge. Roger was going to 
be an easy one, but something about him had her intrigued. He was something 
more then just a handsome body and polite demeanor. Something innocent 
about him. Something so pure that she wanted to protect him. Ronda was sure 
Sara felt the same.

    Ronda opened the door slowly and tip toed back into the room. Roger was 
fast asleep on the couch. The Doctor had warned that he had a minor 
concussion, but with a little rest and care he would be fine. Lucky for her 
the Doctor was a close friend and a Domme herself. She was quite willing to 
keep the whole thing quiet. Geri too was quite taken with Roger and asked 
how Ronda had been so luck to find one so handsome and well trained. All 
Ronda could say was that he was like that normally, Geri was shocked; She 
was sure that all gentlemen in the world had gone extinct - Ronda was quick 
to point at Roger. Ronda pulled the plush leather chair from behind the 
desk and sat it beside the couch. Taking the small cloth bound diary from 
her desk she sat to write. Roger tossed and turned as he slept, she 
couldn't help but feel a little sorry for the boy. He would never be the 
same when they were through with him, but it was for the best. Someone need 
to take care of him, needed to make him feel needed. In the end, he would 
be happier; it would just take time for him to realize it.

    Ronda gently rubbed her fingers through his hair as he slept. His 
bronze skin felt smooth and soft, as she ran them down the side of his face 
and neck. Slowly, carefully she slipped the blanket from him. His flaccid 
penis resting on a soft bed of curly black hair. The tip of his glans 
peeked from his foreskin. Ronda let her fingers slowly slither down his 
chest, resting her palm against his warm soft stomach. Her index finger 
sliding smoothly around his belly button, like a preverse snake tasting 
it's prey. Roger's chest heaved reacting to her touch, as his penis started 
to swell. Ronda slid the diary under the couch. Her other hand wandering up 
his leg; a gentle spider crawling slowly between his thighs. His swollen 
member jiggling, as he became even more restless in his sleep. Ronda let 
her well manicured nails scratch softly at the sleeping boys scrotum. 
Roger's eyes fluttered open. Her hand struck like a viper, his balls locked 
in her gentle grip.

    "What are you doing?" Roger croaked in a sleepy shocked voice.
    
    "I'm doing what I've wanted to do since I saw you in my class." Ronda 
smiled as she rubbed the back of his quickly rising penis with her nails.

    "Please, don't." Roger said as he started to reach for her hand. 
Ronda's grip tightened around his soft nuts. Roger gasped, pulling his 
hands away hopping she would stop.

    "It may take you a bit, but you'll learn that I'm the one in charge." 
Ronda smiled fondly looking into his eyes, but he couldn't meet them. "I 
won't hurt you unless you make me. Now just relax and be a good boy." Roger 
blushed, humiliated. She spoke to him like a child. When she was sure he 
was fully erect, she gripped the glans in her fingers, and a gave a sharp 
little pinch. Roger trembled under her touch. His heart drumming in his 
ears, as her hand squeezed and fondled his erection. Ronda watched the boy 
clamp his eyes shut, a flush running over him. 'How could this happen to 
him?' he thought in horror. Ronda placed the palm of her hand on the tip of 
his glans, her fingers drooping down the shaft like some preverse flower. 
Her other hand tweaking and squeezing, the soft round flesh of his balls. 
She loved the feel of power, his reactions , and how easily she manipulated 
his mind and body. But, she knew that she had to be careful - too fast, too 
soon, and he might rebel on her. She was going to have complete control of 
the boy when she was through with him. A knock at the door broke her 
reverie.

    "Now you lay right there." Giving a little squeeze, she let go and 
wandered to the door a  bit distracted. Roger reached down for the blanket, 
but froze as she gave him a look that could kill. She cracked the door and 
peeked out. Sara stood there waiting. "Ah, please come in." Roger blanched 
at the words, but could not force himself to move. His cheeks turned pink 
as the door started to open. Sara walked in. Her eyes took in her 
surroundings, then locking on to Roger's eyes. She looked deep into them, 
his whole body burning with embarrassment. He finally had to look away. A 
small smile crept across her lips, already she could see a change in him. 
Soon he would be all hers.

    "I heard their was a little accident in class." A harsh tone warped her 
voice. She turned and glared at Ronda.

    "Nothing that wasn't handled my dear." She smiled recognizing the 
challenge. "As you can see Roger is fine. Please, feel free to examine him 
yourself." Roger's head snapped back his eyes pleading.

    "I think that I shall." Sara smiled as she turned back to him. She 
could see his lips trembling, incapacitated by humiliation. Sara knelt 
beside the couch. Roger closed his eyes hoping that it was all just a 
dream. Sara slid her fingers lightly across his check. His flesh tingled at 
her touch. Clamping his eyes tighter, he slid his hands from his side 
covering his groin. "It's all right Roger." His heart felt like it was 
going to explode. He started breathing harder, trying to stop the 
suffocating feelings coursing through him. Sara's hands wandered through 
his dark hair; she could feel the large bump on the side of his head. Roger 
flinched in pain as she touched it. "Poor baby, does that hurt?" Roger only 
hazily noticed her words, fog claiming his mind. Sara's hands wandered down 
his chest and over his arms. Roger couldn't help shivering, her touch was 
lightning in every nerve. Grasping his wrists she tried to pull his hands 
away but he held them fast. 'this can't be happening', was all he could 
think over and over. Roger's eyes flashed open as Sara slaped him across 
the face. "You will listen to me. From now on, you will not hide from me." 
Her eyes were daggers stabbing right through him. "Do you understand?" 
Roger nodded slowly. He'd never seen Sara so intense. Ronda just leaned 
against the wall, watching. Sara kept her eyes glued to his.  His eyes 
pleaing with her to stop as she pulled his hands away. Tears started to 
well in his eyes, he felt so violated, so alone. "That's a good boy." She 
said caressing his cheek. Tears started rolling down his face dripping from 
his chin.

    A small fire lit in Roger's chest, 'How dare she betray him!'. Sara was 
suppose to be his friend. Sara was suppose to be his best friend, looking 
out for him. He could feel her hands moving down his chest. It took him a 
second to muster his strength. With a sudden burst of anger he pushed Sara 
away. She gasped as she fell back. Roger grabbed the blanket and got to his 
feet. With a quick motion he wraped the blanket around him and stormed to 
the door. Ronda was a bit surprised - he had more spirit then she 
suspected: but she didn't stop him.

    "Roger!" Sara yelled. Anger searing through her voice. Roger yanked the 
door open whipping around towards her, fury rippling through ever muscle. 

    "I thought you were my friend." Roger growled. "I thought that you 
cared. If you ever come near me again I'll hurt you. Do you understand?" 
Sara blanched taken a back. She could see his muscles aching to strike out. 
She'd never seen him this way; he was a totally different person, a person 
that scared her. "And you," he pointed to Ronda. "I'll see that you never 
do this to another person again." Ronda looked at him indifferently, 
nodding a bit, a small smile creeping over her face.

    "Maybe you should see this before you go." Ronda pressed the play 
button on the controller in her hand. The TV flicked to life and Roger 
watched as the day played out before him.

    "Good," Roger smiled through gritting teeth. "The police can use 
those." Roger turned and stormed out. He did get the pleasure of seeing the 
shocked look on Ronda's face. She was sure that the video would be enough 
to control him; obviously she was wrong. Ronda took a second to get her 
senses back.

    "We have to stop him!" Ronda hissed, pulling Sara to her feet. "He'll 
ruin everything."

    "What do we do?" Sara said absently. 'What had she done?', kept running 
through her mind: 'had she just lost her best friend? the person she wanted 
to love forever?'. Ronda grabbed the phone and started dialing.

(c) 2002 copyright by SJTJ (aka Naive)
Naive

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